012 - Back
newsletter's a little late in arriving this week. I don't have
an excuse. I
could make one up.
woke up day after day with the same things happening to me. Same
songs on the
radio, same people in the street, same food, same
pornography, and I realised
that I must be trapped in some sort of
Groundhog Day, like in the movie of
the same name.
I went mad and burned down a school and shot some priests and
shaved my back
and set fire to a sack of cats and rode naked through
Coventry on a pig and
force fed a judge his own wife and learnt to
play the piano.
to cut a long story short, it turned out that I wasn't
in a Groundhog
Day type scenario; it was just an unfortunate
combination of coincidence and
only really regret the sack of cats.
there's a new game you can play. It was part of client piece I
made that had
its end chopped off for being a little dodgy. So I
took up that end and nurtured
it and stroked it and fed it Palma ham
and now it's a game all of its own.
enjoy, The Jetpack Escaper Caper!